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A word that has meaning
Such as it's defined
So whenever it is mentioned
Each holds one in mind.

A House to some, a Town, or Village
A place where one was raised.
Or stops made by a wanderer.
A different space each day.

A yearning also  it can hold.
A door yet to be found.
Unknown it is so we do seek
The key where to belong.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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